At a Restaurant: *waiting in line with dad to give check*
*a rather heavy child runs right into me, grabs a bunch of lollipops off the counter and runs away*
My mind: GEEZ ARE YOU TRYING TO FRICKIN GRAB MORE LOLLIPOPS THAN YOU HAVE CHINS!?!??!?
Me: Wow how rude.
Dad: *pokes my arm* *whispers* His mom is right there.
My mind: SO? SHE CAN FIGHT ME IF SHE WANTS I'LL FRICKIN PUSH HER KID DOWN A HILL.
Me: Oh okay sorry.
